Ah, Cinco De Myo. The day I became indepentant from that basterd, Spain. I know Romano says he hates Spain but I know he don't. We were both Spainish Colonys at the same time. He got better treatment then then me I was who Spain came to when he was angry. America had noticed but, like me, he was young at the time. So, he said nothing. But I forgave him for it.

"Hey bro. Happy Birthday!" America said. In his hand was a gift wraped box.

"Hola mi amigo! How are you mi hermano*?" I ask.

"I'm good. I brought you a present." He says, holding out the box. I take it.

"Gracias Hermano." I say, opening the box. In it is a bunch of American candy and a picture. The picture was drwn. It was of me, America, and Canda, with the Mexican Flag in the backround. I was a bit surprised about Canada being in the picture. I thought America was like the rest of the countries and didn't know much about Canada.

"Thank you, mi hermano." I say. I look in Americas eyes. He was smiling at me.

"Your welcome." He says.

"Did you draw this?" I ask.

"Of course I did. Japan has been teaching me." He said. I look back at the picture. I look agin I can see the hint of Japanese style to it.

"I see. Thank you again." I say.

"Your welcome. Now I know this might not be the best time but, what happened with you and Spaoin? I remember seeing the brusies and scars on you body. Whay happene?" He asks. I turn away form him.

"It was nothing," I say, trying not to look at him. A minute later, I finily look at him His eyes were filled with saddness.

"Please tell me what it is. I know it's not nothing." America says, desperaly. I couldn't help it. I told him everything. How Spain would rape me, how he would hurt me, and worst of all, how he made fall in love with him. All of the past brought tears to my eyes. At the end of my story I couldn't meet America's eyes. I didn't want to see hate in mi hermano's eyes.

Then, to my surprise, I felt arms around me, "I'm so sorry that all of that happened to you. I'm sorry that I didn't say anything." America said in my ear. I knew that by his arms around me that I was thankful I told him.

"Thank you for being here and listening to my pathatic story." I said, pulling away. I could see the worry in America's eyes.

"It's not pathatic. It's sad but this doesn't make you pathatic. I wish I could have been there for you." America said. I felt loved. It was something I had never felt with anyone.

*Hermano is Spainish for Brother.

Thank you for reading. I was in Spainish class today and thought that I've done a story for the rest of North Amrica's birthday's, why not do one for Mexico. Then I started writing it. It wasn't suppose to be a America x Mexico but it kind of did. Anyway, Happy Birthday Mexico! And have a good day my lovely readers.